It has certainly been a while.
Even when I have been writing here, I have not been writing here.
Within the last several months, there has been:
Two deaths.
No funerals.
One body.
One box.
One breathtaking Virgo upgrade.
One chance.
Six courses of a Shabbat meal in One hotel room.
Five cities.
Two cities to go.
Twenty nine thousand seven hundred and fifty four gasps.
Three gifts from One heart in Four days.
Thirteen rows.
Twelve days.
Six flights.
Endless thirst for the depth of conversations One offers.
Two necessary conversations after Fourteen years.
Four days and two shared beds.
The absence of sound when I need it.
(pause)
I have been thinking on concepts such as cognitive empathy and the beauty of how the boundaries we set allow us to love, appreciate, and feel those without regret.
I have been pondering the question of how trust is built and its relationship to incremental risk.
My heart has been open, overwhelmed and excited.
When you know, you know: But it is wild to feel the intervention of unseen and formerly uncertain hands.
be well; be loved,
k.
Image: “Deconstruction”. Yang Ling by Jumbo Tsui for V Magazine China May 2023 via Vampite Fitness Tumbrl
